The Troll Poem by Wesley Mincin

The Troll

On this bridge once stood a troll,
a beastly fellow demanding tolls.
His heart was cold and black like coal
Cruelty made up all his soul

Ugly was he to common man
The ugliest troll in all the land
The only one to yet be damned
To all society he was banned

People round would pay his fee
Sadly, giving into his greed
Submission; he would feed and feed
Hell waited for him because of his deeds

Then came a man who opposed this fiend,
who, for a time, reigned supreme,
by guarding the bridge over a ravine.
A battle would soon rage it seemed

Upon refusing to pay the toll,
a club was swung by an angry troll!
A fight began for the bridge's control
Control which the man eventually stole

But then, the man changed into the creature!
Horrendous changes to all his features!
Ugliness and cruelty began to gleaner
The man grew meaner and meaner

And so the troll lived on through him
To collect the tolls and age with sin
Since that time, that's the way it's been
How good intentions turned rather grim